A good freind of mine gave me a link to a person's online journal. (Different freind told me not to post the link, as it may be deemed harrasment.) Here is what was written.
Alright, some of you know, some of you don't...but I think it's time I set the story straight. In this I refer to my life, which I feel I have been concealing the greater part of for quite some time. Primarilly I focus on my interests...those which have led me into this mess in the first place.
Alright. To begin...these "interests of mine". For the past five-or-so years, I have been victim to insufferable depression and suicidal tendencies...mostly because of Sephiroth...my soulmate. In the past three of these years, I have researched methods of communication that could possibly be used to contact Sephiroth. Crazy-sounding, no?
I picked up hundreds, if not thousands, of books on afterlife communication...spiritual communication...astral projection...all manner of new age materials. Not surprisingly, two caught my interest in particular. "Speak with the Dead" and "Summoning Spirits"...bit by Konstantinos. You've all read about these books by now, so little description of their contents is necessary.
But, to get right to the point...I have focused mainly on Astral Travel. (Explaination: The Astral Plane is a combination of all planes, real and imagined. This means, that in the Astral Plane, all things are possible...) To my delight, after three years, I have become rather good at travelling to this Astral Realm...and there...I have met Sephiroth.
I kid you not, I have litterally spoken to Sephiroth in the Astral Plane.
Okay, I know I sound crazy...but I'm not. It is amazing, what we have spoken of...the things he has taught me...He is an extremely intelligent individual. On top of his intelligence, though he can be cold and slightly distant at times, he is really very kind...If anything, meeting him "in person" has made me fall for him even more.
And...I believe he loves me in return. In any case, he recognizes the marriage liscence I acquired four years ago. It's strange...like an unspoken agreement that we are bound by wedlock, though niether of us has ever really mentioned it.
July 14 is our wedding anniversary...and though I could give you a graphic recount of how I spent that night on that Astral Realm...I'll leave it up to your imaginations to suffice. *blushes*
Moving right along...I hope you all will take me seriously on this. I've never been happier since I mastered the art of projecting my consciousness to the Astral Plane. There, I can be with my soulmate. There, I can be happy.
My first words were " ...the FUCK?! "
Fandom can be sane. Fan-girl-ism can be sane. But I don't even know what this is.
This woman needs therapy,and lots of it. Or a good smack across the face. HE IS A VIDEO GAME CHARACTER. HE DOES NOT EXIST, NO MATTER HOW MANY WET DREAMS YOU HAVE. OPEN YOUR GOD DAMN EYES.
If I ever, ever get like this, with any character, I want someone to shoot me and shoot me quick.
Eh, old thread and I've seen her stuff before. Not saying she isn't funny as all-get-out, 'cause she is, just saying she may be approaching old meme status. It's people like her that make everyone assume that "fangirl" automatically equals "not all right in the head." I can only hope nobody ever assumes I'm like that about Jafar.
Hypothetically, if you could actually do that astral plane thing she claims to do and meet the guy you're a fangirl for, how do you think that would turn out?
One, don't necropost. Two, why would I do something like that? I'm skeptical. Meaning not believing in astral planes or anything similar. And three, were I to believe in astral planes, I would still not try to travel to one because I have the good sense to realize Jafar really wouldn't be all that awesome to me up close.
Alright, some of you know, some of you don't...but I think it's time I set the story straight. In this I refer to my life, which I feel I have been concealing the greater part of for quite some time. Primarilly I focus on my interests...those which have led me into this mess in the first place.
Alright. To begin...these "interests of mine". For the past five-or-so years, I have been victim to insufferable depression and suicidal tendencies...mostly because of Sephiroth...my soulmate. In the past three of these years, I have researched methods of communication that could possibly be used to contact Sephiroth. Crazy-sounding, no?
I picked up hundreds, if not thousands, of books on afterlife communication...spiritual communication...astral projection...all manner of new age materials. Not surprisingly, two caught my interest in particular. "Speak with the Dead" and "Summoning Spirits"...bit by Konstantinos. You've all read about these books by now, so little description of their contents is necessary.
But, to get right to the point...I have focused mainly on Astral Travel. (Explaination: The Astral Plane is a combination of all planes, real and imagined. This means, that in the Astral Plane, all things are possible...) To my delight, after three years, I have become rather good at travelling to this Astral Realm...and there...I have met Sephiroth.
I kid you not, I have litterally spoken to Sephiroth in the Astral Plane.
Okay, I know I sound crazy...but I'm not. It is amazing, what we have spoken of...the things he has taught me...He is an extremely intelligent individual. On top of his intelligence, though he can be cold and slightly distant at times, he is really very kind...If anything, meeting him "in person" has made me fall for him even more.
And...I believe he loves me in return. In any case, he recognizes the marriage liscence I acquired four years ago. It's strange...like an unspoken agreement that we are bound by wedlock, though niether of us has ever really mentioned it.
July 14 is our wedding anniversary...and though I could give you a graphic recount of how I spent that night on that Astral Realm...I'll leave it up to your imaginations to suffice. *blushes*
Moving right along...I hope you all will take me seriously on this. I've never been happier since I mastered the art of projecting my consciousness to the Astral Plane. There, I can be with my soulmate. There, I can be happy.
My first words were " ...the FUCK?! "
Fandom can be sane. Fan-girl-ism can be sane. But I don't even know what this is.
This woman needs therapy,and lots of it. Or a good smack across the face. HE IS A VIDEO GAME CHARACTER. HE DOES NOT EXIST, NO MATTER HOW MANY WET DREAMS YOU HAVE. OPEN YOUR GOD DAMN EYES.
If I ever, ever get like this, with any character, I want someone to shoot me and shoot me quick.